(1951 October 22)
Spent about two hours Sunday afternoon making a chicken pie [for a potluck]. It was lush except for the crust which was the worst you could ever imagine. Suffice it to say the conversation naturally turned on death as they picked it off.
Polly Kay (1904-1997) vividly and with humor describes her life in Richland Center, Wisconsin, in excerpts from letters to her son Skip written after 1949, including her 5 last years in an old folks' home.
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- A lifelong Wisconsinite, Carolyn Parsons (1904-1997)got a B.A. in English at Ripon College, taught high school, and in 1930 married Lorin L. Kay, a lawyer first in Milwaukee and from 1938 on in Richland Center (he died in 1970). Their children: Mary Margaret and Richard/Skip, editor of this blog.
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